Bounce off of my blue skies,
Inhale my Listerine nights,
See how the stars dance,
Dancing rigidly across my hands until they tiptoe into explosives until they explode without a thought, as if they themselves were manipulated into thinking they wanted to because of countless irrigated subconscious canals that had dug themselves into tunnels—a sabotage of the mind; a little self-manipulation, or an adaption of the kind… or, perhaps maybe a confession that they liked the abuse they suffered?
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Withhold my cherry blossoms from my line of sight, for if my eyes ever glaze over, I might gaze over and lock eyes with one of my own; my hands may reach over to take them to my chest, to give them one last breath as they wait for social workers to assign them new homes.
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You dressed me up in lace and wrapped me up in charades, made me think pretty things while keeping me at bay… fair play, fair play. But we agreed you’d stay, the caretakers would be your legal guardians… I was forbade of all mitigated discrepancies—attempts to weave my influence into each one of you… I was prevented, barred from that ability, possibility others too.
© Fae 💕